Day 2 is down for the count!

I'm sitting here on my bed, waiting for my wonderful sleep meds to kick in. I have successfully kicked today's ass, with the exception of working out. I will, undoubtedly, blame that on my workout partner, who's gone out of town. It's a time like this when realize that she's more than a workout buddy. She my motivator, my mentor, my partner on this crazy journey we've embarked on to try and change our bodies and lifestyles. I miss you. Hurry back.

So, as I said earlier, the fiber drink wasn't as bad, but it's still pretty bad. And the effects aren't much better, but I'm glad to see its actually doing its job. The rest of the day was pretty good, very little complications with eating, and I pretty much drank my weight in water. I feel like a water ballon, if I bump into a sharp object, well, you could use me as a sprinkler. The food today was good, I was rather impressed at how healthily I could eat, and still feel satisfied. Tonight, however, I totally had a carb craving. I was walking to the restroom for the 15th time today, and all of the sudden, I began thinking about Pizza Hut. Pan pizza, pepperoni, that gooey cheese, buttery thick crust. My mouth is watering just reliving it. I even said out loud, "I really want some fucking Pizza Hut!" Ten, I looked in the mirror. I noticed something I hadn't noticed before. My slimmer face and neck. People had told me I was getting slimmer, but, as with any girl with a distorted self image, I protested. But tonight, I could actually see it. And then God spoke to me. 3 simple words: "the end result." Did it stop the craving? Nope, but it sure gave me more strength and motivation to overcome this addiction. God definitely has a wonderful way of showing his presence, just when we feel like we're alone or weak. Speaking of weak, I have a confession.

I stepped on the scale today. I know, it's a sick addiction I got from being on the Atkins diet. On that one you could weight everyday and see progress almost every single day. It became my drug of choice. It's day 2, in the middle of the afternoon after consuming ungodly amounts of water, and had already eaten 4 times at this time.

And there was actually a loss! 1lb. I was so skeptical, I stepped off then stepped back on. I have a digital scale that loves to change up the weight if you move too much. So I stepped back on, and the numbers were the same. Um, can I get a WOOT!?

Now I know, I'm not getting my hopes too far up. I understand that it will, no doubt, fluctuate. But I'm a fat girl with low self esteem. All I want to do is revel in this little victory dance. *does the Harlem shake*

Well, the pill has made it's way to its desired destination, and I can no longer focus on this page. Thank god for autocorrect. Praying that tomorrow I will get a little motivation to hit the gym. Or do something. Until then, I rest.